- Larry: Pepper, you and D.D. go that way. I'll take the dogs down this path.
- D.D.: Oh, we don't mind going with you.
- Pepper: Oh, sure. It's friendlier that way.
- Larry: Look, we can cover twice as much ground if we split up. See ya back at the house.
- [Larry and the dogs leave]
- Pepper: Good try.
- D.D.: Not good enough.
- D.D.: [groans] Oooh!
- Pepper: What's the matter with you?
- D.D.: I think I'm over the hill.
- Larry: You're what?
- D.D.: My feet are giving out. I can't walk.
- Pepper: It's your brain that's giving out.
- D.D.: Huh?
- Pepper: Your shoes! They're on the wrong feet, ding-a-ling. No wonder you can't walk.
- Larry: [chuckles] She's right, D.D.
- D.D.: Boy, I suppose you think that's a funny practical joke.
- Pepper: Now he's gonna blame me 'cause he doesn't know left from right!
- Larry: Hold it.
- Pepper: What's the matter?
- Larry: I saw something.
- [a mysterious figure runs by]
- D.D.: There. I saw him.
- [the mysterious figure runs away]
- Pepper: There he goes again.
- Larry: We've got to catch up to him.
- Pepper: Why?
- D.D.: Good question.
- Larry: So we can find out who he is.
- Pepper: Do you really care?
- Larry: Come on, you clowns. He'll get away.
- D.D.: [sarcastically] Wouldn't that be too bad?
- Pepper: [sarcastically] I'd cry my eyes out.